Everything that could have gone wrong with my apartment officially has, short of it burning down. But, now that I have said that, this place will probably burn down.
On Friday, I lost all of the power in my apartment. Only my apartment. No one else was affected. Just me.
The stupid breaker blew, or something. Every time we flipped the switch, it would flip itself back down. My landlord changed it once. It kept flicking back down. He changed it a second time, after four phone calls to my co-teacher, and him rummaging through my apartment, unplugging everything and flipping all of the switches in my place.
After... three hours(?), and a lot of irritation, I finally had power back.
After which, I went to Alex's, drank an entire bottle of wine, ate amazing homemade chicken soup, played Scrabble and lost, watched TV, and spent the night making a communal painting that turned out really great.
It was a great night! And, it definitely made up for the craptacular power outage debacle earlier in the day.
I was, however, really hungover on Saturday, and I spent the day in bed, watching movies and drawing.
